When the cerulean sky
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Is painted over with crimson
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And the sun descends into the horizon
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When the moon sings oneiric serenades
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And we are coaxed into lethargy
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Its seductive power enchants us
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And opens the gates...
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To the Citadel of Dreams
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The bastion of illusion
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Engraved with the elaborate
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Archetypes of wisdom
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Primordial designs embedded within
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That inspire mythos
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Bathed amongst pillars of light
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Its ivory towers shine like bright stars
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Submerged in subconscious
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Within sapphire halls of deep blue
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We drift and float as we slumber
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Carried by the tides of languor
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One by one we extend our minds
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To receive precious fantasies
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Infused by the lyre of the muse
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With the enchantment of obscurity
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Like delicate snowflakes
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Melting upon flesh
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These fragile memories
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Are dissolved by consciousness
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(And yet traces remain)
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The imprints of another world
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Reached only through the psyche...
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The Citadel of Dreams
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Citadel Of Dreams
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Garden Of Shadows |